I HAVE NO WAY OF KNOWING

These days
the sky comes late
and walkers of the dawn must  wait
to step into its shadows.
And even then
there’s little clarity at first..

The other day
I thought I saw a fallen bird
lying by the roadside.
My heart took on
some momentary  sadness
but soon discarded it
when that fallen shape
turned out to be a pine comb.

How long my sadness would have stayed
had  truth not intervened
I have no way of knowing.

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